by A. G. Wilde
“You feel it too…”
Her eyes widened at that, but she knew exactly what he was referring to.
It was this feeling. This indescribable feeling that made her weak and needy. That made her want to reach out toward him.
And with that thought, Nia realized that her hand had moved forward.
It stopped in mid-air, inches away from his skin.
“We shouldn’t do this…” he said.
Nia shook her head. “You’re probably right.”
She had no idea of the consequences of this, but life was short and she’d lived all of it on Earth not knowing that one day she was going to be ripped away from every single person that she loved.
Space wasn’t any better.
She’d come too close to losing her life on several occasions.
If this whole abduction experience had told her anything, it’d told her that she should do what felt right…and right now, this felt right.
Her fingers hovered in front of him, close enough that she could touch him without leaning forward, but still far enough away that he could pull back and break the potential contact.
But Ka’Cit didn’t move.
Instead, he gulped.
“Nee-ya,” he said.
It was a plea, the way he said her name, a plea and a warning.
She met his gaze.
There was so much torment there.
“We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to…”
He groaned then and snatched her outstretched hand so fast, she inhaled sharply.
“You don’t understand,” he said. “It hurts.”
“What hurts?”
“I want to so bad that it hurts. I want you more than I want air. But…”
“…but?”
He didn’t respond. He simply stared down at her with those tortured eyes of his.
“No more buts,” she whispered and his ears twitched. “No more buts.”
Something changed in the air between them and then he was climbing over her.
Nia leaned back, not daring to breathe, and not needing to while she stared into those eyes.
As Ka’Cit ripped open her cloak and she lay bare before him, she knew she’d been wrong that first time when they’d kissed and she’d felt something change between them.
The feeling then had been but the tip of the iceberg because, at this moment, she knew her life was going to change forever.
28
She was perfect. Small, but perfect.
Ka’Cit stared down at her, his gaze moving over the mounds on her chest and their dark little peaks, down her belly and to the valley, her center, hidden by her dark curls.
Memory of her taste swam in his mind and he groaned.
He wanted to take it slow, to savor every moment, but he was still having trouble controlling himself.
He’d spent hours in the lounge, trying to calm himself down, yet, nothing had helped. He’d finally returned in the hope that the cold water would work.
And now, here he was. The exact place where he’d told himself he shouldn’t be.
Yet, did he really think he’d have been able to resist?
His cock bobbed, slapping against his thigh insistently, but it would have to wait.
He really, really wanted to take it slow.
As he lowered his head to her neck, he could hear her breathing hitch and it made his cock surge again.
He buried his nose against her skin as his fingers threaded into her hair, cradling her head.
She smelled so good—a unique perfume that made him want to just bury his face against her skin for hours on end.
His cock jerked again, rubbing against her leg and she shuddered a little.
Alarm went through him and he lifted his head so he was looking into her eyes.
But she wasn’t scared.
It wasn’t fear in those eyes.
It was need.
Pure unadulterated need.
“Nee-ya…”
Her hands flattened against his chest, tracing over his skin as she looked up at him.
“Kiss me.” Her gaze fell to his lips.
Kiss?
Her gaze stayed there and understanding dawned.
The mouth mating. Mouth phekking.
A groan rumbled through him as he dipped his head to hers.
Her tongue was smooth, soft, and it felt too good brushing against his.
One of her arms came up to wrap around his neck as the other disappeared between them.
He was so consumed with the taste of her in his mouth that when her hand clasped his cock, he shuddered so hard she shook against him.
Without breaking the contact of their lips, Nee-ya shuffled down beneath him till their pelvises lined up. Her head was tilted back and he had to bend so they could maintain this kiss but he didn’t want it any other way.
And it seemed she didn’t either.
Briefly, he wondered what she was doing but when he felt the warmth between her thighs slide against his hardness, all other thoughts left his mind.
She was rubbing the underside of his shaft against her sweet folds and he had to pause as the absolute pleasure of it made him shudder again.
As their tongues swirled and stroked against each other, Nia moved her hips, massaging his shaft with her soft warmth.
A groan left him and he gripped her by the hips. Surging against her, he drove his shaft up through her folds and she moaned loudly against his lips.
Pulling back, he did it again, and again, until every time he surged forward, she whimpered and trembled.
And he enjoyed every second of it.
Hearing her whimper, hearing her moan was like sweet torment that was driving him over the edge and when she broke the kiss to cry out against him was the only time he took a moment to slow down.
The scent of her arousal was strong as she shuddered through her peak and Ka’Cit moved a hand down toward her core.
She was so soft and wet there and when he slid a finger gently inside her, she whimpered against him once more.
“Too much?” he whispered.
Nee-ya shook her head. “Not enough.”
Phek.
She shouldn’t say those things. Not when he was fighting so hard to keep in control.
She wrapped her thighs around him and he couldn’t resist any longer. Rising up on his knees, he took her with him.
Her chest was heaving, her body still shuddering from her release, and she looked mildly surprised but she wrapped her hands around his shoulders.
Ka’Cit lowered his head to her neck and ran his tongue over her skin there.
With one hand, he directed his cock to her entrance and a groan shuddered through him as he felt her slickness.
She was so small, he wasn’t sure if he could do this without hurting her.
“You won’t hurt me,” she whispered and he realized he’d spoken out loud.
He was still hesitant though and he reached a finger between them and slipped into her soft warmth.
“Are you sure?”
Another groan shuddered through him when he felt her channel grip his finger.
Phek.
She was too small. She wouldn’t be able to take it.
“I’m sure.”
She squirmed against him then, causing his tip to brush against her warmth and the contact made both of them moan.
Ka’Cit eased upward slowly, moving so he could look into her face as he moved.
Her brows furrowed a little and she bit her bottom lip as he eased forward a little more.
Phek. He didn’t know how long he would last before he spilled. He was teetering at the edge already by just making contact with her entrance.
As he pulled back then pushed forward once more, Nee-ya inhaled deeply and her eyes rolled back.
“More?” he whispered.
With a whimper of pleasure, she nodded.
Back then forward, in then out, he took his time allowing her wetness t
o coat his shaft as her body grew accustomed to his length.
With each stroke, his body shuddered against hers.
It was sweet torture, working his way into her softness.
Each stroke made her whimper. Each stroke made him see the stars.
Time didn’t exist and when he was finally seated deep within her, he held her still against him.
Nee-ya opened her eyes to look at him. Her lashes were low and her bottom lip was still held between her teeth.
Ka’Cit paused for a moment.
He needed to know that she was okay..
“Tell me if it hurts, ta’ii.” She was not nearly the size of any Merssi female, and he realized this was not something he thought he’d be worrying about, but he was.
“Not enough.”
“What?”
“I don’t want you to stop.”
His eyes widened a fraction as his fangs flashed.
Her words were enough to send him over the edge and he had to exercise tight control and he pulled out of her completely before surging forward.
Nee-ya’s body shook as she took him.
Her body went limp against his as her head fell back and she moaned.
Ka’Cit growled, holding her hips fast as he buried himself within her folds over and over again, taking her to the hilt before pulling back and doing it all over again.
“Neeeeee-yaaaaa,” he groaned and she gripped his arms, her drunken gaze meeting his.
She lifted herself once more to wrap her arms around his neck and with each thrust, she ground that little bud between her legs against his pelvis with each stroke he made.
He couldn’t take his eyes off her and only when she dipped her head to his neck did his eyes leave her face.
A sharp pain shot through his shoulder as blunt teeth met his skin and combined with the feel of her around him, Ka’Cit let out a groan that felt like it shook the walls around them.
His seed was hot as it shot from his cock deep within her—the result of a concoction of pain mixed with pleasure. His climax was chased by her own orgasm and she clenched around him, sending more surges through his cock and straight through his body.
Ka’Cit he fell forward against the bedding, cradling her against him so he did not crush her with his weight.
Phek.
He couldn’t speak.
He could hardly breathe.
They lay like that for a few minutes, their bodies heaving in the aftermath, and a stark realization dawned on him as he held her in his arms.
She was it.
He’d found his gnora.
After all this time thinking he had none, here she was.
But fate had to be so cruel…
Nee-ya was perfect. The more time he spent around her, the more addicting she became.
She deserved the best and rightfully deserved her pick of anyone.
But the best was not him.
Yet, he was phekking selfish and in his selfishness, he didn’t want to let her go.
Just a few more moments, he told himself. Just a few more moments before he had to say goodbye.
29
Ka’Cit held her close as he rolled onto his side.
He was still inside her, she could feel his hardness, and that as well as a myriad of other emotions had her stunned.
She’d expected him to rise from the bed as soon as he finished, that’s what she was used to, but, instead, he was snuggling into her as if he was settling down for the night.
Neither of them said a word as she settled against him, allowing her body to relax into his, not daring to move and not wanting the moment to end.
As the lights in the room slowly dimmed till the room was shrouded in darkness, Nia kept her eyes open and stared straight ahead.
She couldn’t believe what had just happened between them.
When she’d left the Sanctuary to go to the Exchange, sharing a bed with a hot, blue alien had been the farthest thing on her mind.
Now, that blue alien was curved around her and she couldn’t think of a better place to be.
A smile graced her lips as she finally closed her eyes and allowed herself to relax some more.
She was very aware of each breath he took, of each time his chest rose and fell against her back, and of his breath brushing against her hair.
He was asleep.
She had to admit, it had been a long day. She’d slept twice since meeting him and he’d been awake the whole time.
Nia shifted a little and felt as he began to slide from within her. Strong arms grasped her as he groaned and his tail wrapped around her leg, keeping her still.
“Nee-ya,” he whispered.
Oh, so he wasn’t asleep.
His tail moved up her leg to brush against her belly. It tickled in a good way.
“I thought you were asleep.” She brushed her fingers against the tip of his tail and Ka’Cit groaned a little once more.
“Can’t sleep. Don’t want to. Sleep isn’t what’s on my mind.”
He dipped his head to her neck and inhaled before licking her with his tongue.
The sensation sent tingles through her body.
As her hand closed around his tail and travelled up along it toward his body, Ka’Cit froze as if not daring to move.
The farther her hand went, the thicker his tail got, till she was reaching back to close her hand around the base of his tail completely.
A sound rumbled in his throat, something between a groan and a whimper, and Nia spun enough so that she could look at him.
The lights came back on with her movement and she was greeted with his completely dilated eyes.
“You’re sensitive here,” she whispered.
Ka’Cit groaned and his hand closed over her center. One finger moved forward to brush against her clit.
“And you’re sensitive here,” he growled.
A moan caught in her throat as he dipped the finger in his mouth, wetting it before he returned it to the little bundle of nerves.
As she moaned again, she was sure he grew harder within her.
“How can you be ready again so soon?”
Ka’Cit let out a sound she could only describe as a rumble of need as he nipped her on the shoulder. “Just the thought of you makes me hard, ta’ii.”
He took the soft skin at her neck between his lips, running his tongue over her skin as his finger played delicately with her bud and when he started grinding his hips once more, Nia found herself clinging on to him.
His strokes drove her to madness. All she could think about was the thickness sliding deep within her, slick from her juices and she could already feel her pleasure building.
Her back arched and Ka’Cit lifted his head to stare down at her nipples.
His fangs flashed and God knows, some old instinct within her told her she should be afraid, but pleasure was a good distraction.
As he ran a fang over her nipple, a moan rumbled from within her just as he took her nipple into his mouth.
It was too much…too many points of stimulation…and an orgasm crashed through her shaking her body as she writhed against him.
“Phek,” she heard him groan and then she was being spun onto her belly as Ka’Cit settled behind her.
Strong arms gripped her ass, opening her pussy to him as he growled and seated himself deeper within her.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered as he leaned down to take the lobe of her ear into his mouth.
He surged forward, pummeling into her with an intensity that heightened and lengthened her own orgasm and soon she was screaming his name.
With one final thrust that buried her into the bedding, Ka’Cit let out a huge roar, and Nia felt his cock jerk within her, releasing his spend.
For the second time, he collapsed on top of her and rolled to the side, pulling her limp body with him.
This time, however, his cock slipped from within her with a satisfying squelch and another groan left his lips as it did.
N
ia spun so she could rest her head on his chest, a silly smile she couldn’t wipe away was plastered on her face.
“You’re perfect,” she whispered.
Ka’Cit stiffened a little and he huffed a laugh through his nose.
“I wish,” was all he said.
His arms closed around her as he held her close.
“Ka’Cit?”
“Mm?”
But she didn’t even know what she’d meant to ask him. She guessed she only wanted to hear his voice, and at the sound of it, she snuggled against him some more.
“Sleep, ta’ii.”
Nia nodded as she settled against him. “We have two more days at this station, right?”
“Yes.” His hand was moving lazily across her back.
“What will we do for two days?”
There was a pause then his tail moved up against her leg to tickle her on her bum.
“I can think of a few things.”
Nia couldn’t help but bite her bottom lip to stifle the giggle and surge of anticipation that went through her.
She could think of a few things too.
30
She wasn’t sure what time of day it was down at the surface, but when she woke up, she still felt a bit tired.
Nia yawned and stretched lazily as she squinted. The room was lit in a dim glow and there was a hard wall of warmth behind her.
Ka’Cit.
The thought of him made her smile and she turned to face him.
He was awake, staring at her the moment she lifted her gaze, and she found herself just looking back, unable to speak but feeling the most comfortable that she’d felt in a while.
“You didn’t sleep for long.” He ran a finger down her cheek in a slow movement as he spoke.
“Did you sleep at all?”
“No.” The corners of his lips twitched a little.
Did he ever sleep? She hadn’t seen him sleep since she’d met him.
“You must be tired.”
“I am. But…”
“But what?”
“I didn’t want to lose time.”
Nia smiled a little. “Well, we have two more days here just waiting on that ship to be fixed. We have all the time in the world.”
The corners of his lips moved slightly and the look he was giving her gave her the impression that she’d misinterpreted what he’d meant.
